Analogy of the Romantics

Sorted, top one, everyday stardom
Pictures, lectures, nothing too far from home
But what do I know, what do I know
Real ones, fake ones, everyone wants 'em
Black lungs, Black tongue, maybe I'll eat alone
But what do I know

Every day just feels the same
Every day just feels the same
If every day just feels the same, then how come I still don't get paid
A little romance just for you

Mr, Mrs, sending some kisses
Flirty, dirty, maybe he'll miss his throne
But what do I know, what do I know
Choking, smoking, isn't she funny
Not keen on him calling her honey though
But what do I know

Every day just feels the same
Every day just feels the same
If every day just feels the same, then how come I still don't get paid?
A little romance just for you